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HAZEL DRUKKER 






PHYLLIS MAY 

AND HER DOLLIES 


BY 

HAZEL DRUKKER 




NEW YORK 

BARSE & HOPKINS 
PUBLISHERS 



COPYRIGHT, 1920 
BY 

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MY OWN DARLING LITTLE BABY GIRL 

" PHYLLIS MAY ” 

WHOSE SWEET COMPANIONSHIP 
IN HER NURSERY DAYS 
WAS MY ENTIRE WORLD 
THIS WORK IS LOVINGLY 
DEDICATED 


Dedication: An humble effort to in- 
still in the hearts of our little girls a 
stronger desire to play with dolls, so 
that later in their lives their interest 
in their own children will be all- 
powerful; for what should influence a 
woman more than that wonderful thing 
— mother-love ? 

The Author. 


Once upon a time, there was a little girl who 
lived all alone with her mother and father. She 
had no little sisters or brothers, and she might have 
grown up to be a very selfish little girl, only that 
her mother taught her to pretend that her dollies 
were real children who could act like little play- 
mates to her. 

This little girl’s really and truly name was 
Phyllis May, and in this little book of pictures and 
verses you will see how Phyllis May played games 
with her dollies and called them by name just as 
though they were real children. 

Perhaps through reading and studying Phyllis 
May and her dollies, all little children may be 
taught unselfishness. 


PREFACE 


Phyllis May and her dollies, with their daily adventures, 
will be a treat for the children, and a delight for the grown-ups. 
She will furnish you with amusement and entertainment, and 
your children with a topic of conversation and emulation. 

The author is the mother of a little Phyllis May of her 
own, and seeing her little daughter playing with her dolls 
and the adventures she had with them suggested the series to 
her mind. 

“ When Phyllis May and her dolls are materialized for the 
little tots and the grown-ups I will have realized one of the 
big ambitions of my life,” says the author. “ I have been 
working on this idea for a number of years. Scores of my 
friends and their little children became so interested in it that 
at last I perfected it, and am taking little Phyllis May into 
the homes of children. 

“ No mother who has not spent the greater part of her time 
with her children can realize the great need there is for such 
a book as that of Phyllis May and her dollies. It is some- 
thing separate and distinct from the comic books. It is some- 
thing that fills a need not only in the life of the child but will 
bring to the mind of the parents pleasant things that happened 
in their childhood and will lend added zest to the enjoyment of 
life. 


“ In this day of many toys, dolls have become more or less 
of a back number in the lives of children. After a girl reaches 
the age of four or five she does not want to play with her dol- 
lies, she wants to be out on the streets with many of the me- 
chanical toys for racing along. At that age her mother and 
her grandmother were playing with dolls and continued to do 
so for years. 

“ I think that the maternal instinct is one that should be in- 
stilled in the minds and hearts of little girls, and playing with 
dolls is one good way to do it. 

“ I believe that only a mother should write for children, 
as she alone thoroughly understands them. For nine years 
of my little girl’s life I studied the things she liked and enjoyed. 
I was her pal. On that experience I base my Phyllis May 
verses. What she liked then other children will be fond of 
and enjoy. 

“ Not only will the story and pictures of Phyllis May and 
her dollies encourage children to play more with their dolls, 
but the many children who do not have toys will find some- 
thing to make up for this lack looking at the pictured adven- 
tures of Pbvllis May. 

“ The playing with dolls brings into the little girls’ lives 
more thoughts of housekeeping. From keeping a doll’s house 
to keeping their own house and learning something about cook- 
ing and the care of a home is only a short step. This step 
will be taken more easily by every little girl if she makes house- 
keeping a part of her play world.” 


My dear little Friend: 

This little picture-story which I am sending you called 
“ Phyllis May and Her Dollies,” I hope you will just love to 
read over. I want you to learn to play with your dollies and 
pretend that they are real little girls and boys just as Phyllis 
May does. If you have no sisters or brothers you may pre- 
tend to share all that you own with your dolls, so that when 
you grow up you will be big and fine and unselfish — always 
willing to share with and give to others. 

Won’t you write little Phyllis May a nice long letter telling 
all about your dolls and whether you are going to play like 
she does? You will find my name and my publisher’s address 
on the title page. Please send me a nice long letter today. 

Lovingly yours, 

The Author. 












































































































































































































































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PHYLLIS MAY AND HER DOLLIES 

This is little Phyllis May, 

With you she has come to play. 

Treat her nicely when she comes, 

With her dog and dolls, her chums. 


Hello, little girls and boys, 

I promise not to make a noise; 
But I will make my many calls, 
And I’ll bring my dog and dolls. 


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And we’ll have oh, lots of fun, 
With Phyllis May and every one. 
And pretend the dolls are real, 
Showing how live dollies feel. 


If you’re kind and neat and good, 
And act as good children should, 
There’re many games you can play 
With dolls, toys and Phyllis May. 


First Phyllis May you see at home, 
Before the world she starts to roam. 
For she will travel far away 
To learn how other children play. 


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But she’ll be with you just the same, 
And every day will show some game 
That you will also like to play 
To end the busy, happy day. 


Yen Tai the dog is for boys ; 

The dolls like his cheery noise 
He rides them around on his back, 
Busy as a Jumping Jack. 


Phyllis May she writes and sends 
Invitations to her friends 
Coming from their work and play 
To the room where she holds sway. 


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Will you take tea with Phyllis May? 
She entertains at home to-day. 

Her guests are quiet as can be ; 
They sit around and sip their tea. 


The fair Elaine from gay Paree 
Arrives too late to stay for tea. 

She drives right in and turns around 
And rides right out without a sound. 


If you pretend you’re Phyllis May 
With dogs and dollies you can play; 
Yen Tai will roll and beg and bark 
From break of day until the dark. 


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And Phyllis May is glad to-day 
Because some friends have sent her way 
Their pictures, just to show they care 
And hold her love a treasure rare. 


To-day she’s such bad news to tell — 
None of her dolls are very well. 
Phyllis May tucked them up in bed, 
Bandaging up each little head. 


Isabelle’s throat was very sore, 

And Elaine’s tooth ached more and more, 
The Red Cross Doll, to make them well, 
Offered to nurse, as I will tell. 


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She helped the doctor when he came — 
Old Doctor Doll, well known to fame — 
But Phyllis May watches her pets, 
And, like a careful mother, frets. 


Phyllis May would not go to play, 

But rocked her children all the day; 
Doctor gave them a tiny cake, 

Which quickly cured each pain and ache. 


The bandage from each little head 
She took and then a book she read. 
They listened to the story told 
Of daring deeds in days of old. 







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And after she had closed her book 
She turned around to take a look, 
Behold her dollies acting out 
The deeds that she had read about. 


Evangeline is very proud 
When at the table she’s allowed; 
She wants to eat and drink her fill, 
As naughty little children will. 


To-day as you can plainly see 
The dolls are well as well can be. 

They laugh and play as dollies will — 

But mumps haVe claimed the youngest, Jill. 


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And tiny Mibs has had her share, 
In getting well she lost her hair. 
And Phyllis May is anxious still 
About her darling little Jill. 


It is a rainy sort of day, 

What will I do, thinks Phyllis May? 

A thought — she takes some scraps of goods 
To make her dollies little hoods. 


Mother now takes a needle bright, 
Phyllis May threads it in the light; 
And now her labor she’s begun, 
Nor will she stop until they’re done. 


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Can you, as well as Phyllis May, 
Make such a hood while you’re at play? 
Get out your needle and your thread, 
A covering make for Dolly’s head. 


And mother’s ragbag you can seek 
On rainy days in any week ; 

Then try and see what you can do — 
Perhaps you’ll make a dress or two. 


While at the Dolls’ marshmallow roast 
Each dolly tries her sweet to toast, 

A nice treat for a chilly night 
Before a log fire crackling bright. 


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Aunt Jennie toasts the best of all, 
But nearly in the fire did fall — 
A clumsy doll, but such a cook 
You find now only in a book. 


Of marshmallows browned at the fire, 
Our Phyllis May never will tire; 

She eats one as she sits at ease, 

Upon her steed called Whistling Breeze. 


Mibs is dirty, into the tub 
She’s thrust for a vigorous rub. 
For this little Mother has seen 
It pays to keep her dollies clean. 


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The dollies expectantly hope 
For their turn with water and soap. 
Sailor Boy Jack makes a big jump, 
And lands in the tub with a bump. 


The Sailor from the war has come 
Greets to the folks he left at home ; 
His Red Cross nurse gave him a kiss, 
He’ll married be to that young miss. 


When Phyllis May went for a hike 
Her Dollies all threatened to strike — 
For even the dolls have the craze 
And go out on strikes nowadays. 


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Phyllis May with nice bread and jam, 
Fed them all (excepting Black Sam), 
Who wanted chicken a la King. 
Which broke the strike like anything. 


A basket of lunch the dollies found; 
Hungry Sam with a mighty bound 
Took a sandwich — before the rest — 
Of ham the kind he liked the best. 


Phyllis May tells them a story; 

They want tales of love and glory, 
Instead she tells a merry tale 
That brings their laughter in a gale. 


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And then with specs and gestures grim 
She acts it out with so much vim, 

And you too, had you been around, 

Like the dolls would have been— spellbound. 


While Phyllis May sang funny tunes, 
The little dolls flew their balloons. 

The Sailor’s is red, white and blue; 
Phyllis May has the same kind too. 

Look at Mibs’ balloon, it’s all flat — 
Upon it little Yen Tai sat; 

Goodness you should have heard it pop, 
And see that little Yen Tai hop. 


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He loudly barked and leaped in fear; 
And pawed the floor and shook his ear. 
And all the dollies laughed in glee, 
With only Phyllis May to see. 


There’s pop-corn in every place, 

It’s smeared all over each doll’s face. 
Mibs’ has hers all broken in two, 
But what’s a child like her to do? 


Sailor Boy takes a piece away, 

While the dolls look on in dismay; 

But Mibs objects with might and main, 
And takes her pop-corn back again. 


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So Phyllis May with frowning brow, 
Scolds them both for their wicked row; 
While Yen Tai does not seem to care 
Looks on them both with lordly air. 


No tom-boy is our Phyllis May, 

But often she delights to play 
With marbles, knives and other toys, 
That’s really made for little boys. 


She shows her dolls the latest way — 
As she has learned it day by day, 

To play the game of marbles well ; 
They learn it — all but little Nell. 


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The Sailor likes Evangeline 
And thinks that she is very fine; 
He offers her his agate brown 
To shoot with as she sits her down. 


And Red Cross Doll and Sailor Boy 
Have kissed and made up full of joy, 
They tell their friends and Phyllis May 
All their fun for the gladsome day. 


Excited, the Dolls plan to wear, 

Their best clothes and all of their hair. 
But it’s months away — not till June — 
Marrying ’neath the silvery moon. 


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It’s many months till that joyous time, 
When wedding bells will softly chime; 
To see the bride in her glory, 

Every one must read this story. 

This Dolly looks like Phyllis May; 

She’s just arrived this very day, 

Her lips are red, teeth white, eyes blue — 
An American doll for you. 

She stands alone with arms out straight, 
Closes her eyes when it gets late. 

Santa left her, don’t you see, 

Underneath the Xmas tree. 


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“Phyllis May” is the Dolly’s name — 
Hers and her mother’s are the same, 
So that our readers won’t confuse, 
“Sister” is the name we will use. 


The sun shone bright, the day was fair, 
Phyllis May went to take the air. 

No sooner than she closed the door 
Than all the room was in a roar. 


Evangeline did a jazz dance, 

The Sailor Boy began to prance. 
Mibs in charge of Baby Gay, 
Threw her into the crib to stay. 


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Later the Dollies went to sleep, 

All but Mibs who started to weep. 

Phyllis came and kissed her good-night — 
And that made Mibsy feel all right. 


It’s nice to know what we should do 
In case another war did brew — 

Oh, little Mibs fell off the chair, 

But none of the dolls seem to care. 


Now she teaches the dolls to make 
Bandages for every kind of ache. 

She takes some gauze and cotton, too, 

And then explains what they should do. 


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In duty bound did Phyllis May 
Work for the Red Cross every day. 
In sun or rain or wintry snow, 
Phyllis May, she would always go. 


The Dolls were thoughtless and unkind, 
Phyllis May spanked them every time. 
The chair under poor little Mibs, 
Turned, and she nearly broke her ribs. 

A helping hand she lends to all, 

In every case when dollies fall, 

She takes them up within her arms, 

As mother quiets her child’s alarms. 


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Yen Tai is glad when Phyllis May 
Takes him with her dollies to play. 
Oh, look at Sister! In her pride, 
Starting out for her daily ride. 


It’s lots of fun to spin a top, 

To hear it hum and see it hop. 

The Dolls were pleased and laughed with joy, 
Like any little girl or boy. 


Tiny Yen Tai had lots of fun, 

When once the spinning was begun; 
He sat and watched the busy top, 
Until you’d think his eyes would pop. 


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Black Sam, the Doll, can spin the best — 
In clever ways he beats the rest ; 

And wins the ring, the pretty prize, 

At which the dolls open their eyes. 


Phyllis May took Mibs for a ride, 

To make her sad weeping subside, 

But none of them can understand 
Why poor Mibs won’t play in the sand. 


See Grace and the Doll Phyllis May — 
It’s a pleasure to watch them play. 

They built a playhouse out of sand, 
My, what a busy little band. 


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There’s little Jane who lost her legs — 
She has to walk on wooden pegs. 

She has fun with shovel and pail, 
Even though she is very frail. 


Blue Monday every Dolly knows, 

For on that day they wash their clothes. 
Look at the wash tubs everywhere, 
Jane is even washing her hair. 


Phyllis May is teaching Sister 
How to iron, look at the blister. 
Upon her hand the iron fell ; 

I wish you could have heard her yell. 


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See Sister hanging up her things; 
They look as white as angel wings. 
Phyllis May lends a helping hand, 
While all around the Boy Dolls stand. 


Look at the Dollies playing school, 
But Mibs acts like a little fool; 
Phyllis May tries to sit her up — 
But she wants to play with the pup. 


Phyllis May gives each doll a book, 
Into which she wants them to look. 
One of them, with pencil and slate, 
Is a big Doll ; her name is Kate. 


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And Phyllis May is teaching them, 
Though their brains are hazy and dim, 
By writing A, B, C, upon the board, 
While the soldier plays with the sword. 


Leap-frog the dollies play all right, 
While Billy Boy jumps like a kite. 
Mibs acts just like a little clown — 
Why there she goes a-falling down. 


She also plays does Phyllis May, 
O’er her back jumps little Yen Tai; 
He surely is having great fun — 
And so are the Dolls, every one. 


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The Dollies o’er the big one jump ; 

If they don’t look out some one’ll bump 
Her head or his upon the floor, 

Then there’ll be an awful uproar. 


The Dollies now act very rough, 

While they are playing Blind Man’s Buff. 
While Phyllis May does help them play, 
She’s a lady in every way. 


And then Yen Tai blindfolds her eyes, 
While Dollies all look so surprised. 
Phyllis May feels trying to find 
The doll she thinks is very kind. 


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Look, she catches a girl Doll sweet, 
Pretty Betty of Sunny Street. 

Good as gold a perfect lady — 

And takes care of Billy Grady. 

In Jack o’ Lantern is put a light, 

For it is Hallowe’en to-night. 

And all the Dolls have lanterns too; 
They’re made of Pumpkins cut in two. 


Black Cats are the sign of good luck, — 
For big red apples all will duck. 

Who bites one first will get the prize, 
Yen Tai looks on so very wise. 


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The Dolls wear masks and each a cap; 

Yen Tai sits in Phyllis May’s lap 

Jim kicked Mibs, she screams on the floor, 

Setting the place in an uproar. 


And of all the toys sold in stacks 
Phyllis May loves the best her jacks; 
And all the Dollies love them, too; 

Now watch them play just like you do. 


All the Dolls are doing their best 
To make their sixes is a test 
That tries the skill of every girl 
Who has a dimple and a curl. 


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See Phyllis toss her ball on high, 

Let’s hope it doesn’t reach the sky; 
She’s played her threes, also her fours, 
And now she’s out to beat all scores. 


Billy Boy pretends he is King 
And bids his princess for him sing; 
She has a voice that’s very sweet, 
To hear her sing, it is a treat. 


And now the Dolls with actors’ arts 
Amuse themselves by playing parts, 
Phyllis May rules both high and low, 
For she’s the Princess as you know. 


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Yen Tai is now a gallant knight 
His cloak and eyes both shine so bright; 
The Phyllis May Doll is the queen 
The sweetest one you’ve ever seen. 


Clever at games is Phyllis May, 
Next to her is little Yen Tai; 

At tennis she’s certain to win, 

She surely can make the ball spin. 


Yen Tai ready with his racket, 

Throws the ball now watch him crack it; 
And Mibs is game with you to play, 

On any fair sunshiny day. 


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The Dollies and little Yen Tai 
Sit on each side of Phyllis May. 
And listen while she tells of sport 
They had upon the tennis court. 


The Sailor Boy is in his bliss, 

He gave the Red Cross Doll a kiss; 
She five years old this very day, 
That’s all he had to give away. 

The other dolls they gave her books 
With pictures fair, within she looks, 
And sees the world before her spread 
From icebergs white to parrots red. 


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The Birthday candles in a row 
Upon the cake are lighted low; 

The Dollies gather all around, 

They hold their breath — make not a sound. 

At hide and seek the Dollies play; 

Who has hidden little Yen Tai? 

See where he’s hiding ’neath the chair — 
Now, Phyllis May has found him there. 


Phyllis May Doll in a corner 
Stands just like little Jack Horner; 
And little Billy by her side, 

Waits for her eyes to open wide. 


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Our Billy’s such a naughty boy, 
E’en though he’s nothing but a toy, 
His mother whips him with a stick, 
Just watch the way he tries to kick. 


Embroidering is Phyllis May 
A blanket for little Yen Tai. 

There’s floss of red and floss of blue — 
The Dolls would like to embroider too. 


The Phyllis May Doll sews so well, 
It’s really very hard to tell 
If she’s better than Phyllis May 
Sewing for our little Yen Tai. 


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Oh goodness-gracious-deary-me, 
It’s such bad luck as all can see. 
Poor Mibs’ finger Is bleeding so; 
At once she’ll to the doctor go. 


Phyllis May has a treat in store 
For the Dolls ranged upon the floor. 
She has some corn that goes pop-pop 
Watch it make little Yen Tai hop. 


The popper’s filled with corn so white — 
The Dolls enjoy it with delight; 

They stretch their little hands for more, 
While dropping some upon the floor. 


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Another popper full is made 
By Phyllis May, the handy maid. 
And all the Dolls expectant wait 
Before the brightly flaming grate. 


This Chinese maid looks so jolly 
She sees the Phyllis May Dolly. 
A-Sui was here just for a day — 

And so she called on Phyllis May. 

Like in wondrous Dragon Land, 
She did in blue pajamas stand; 

She asked her Dad to let her pose 
In Phyllis May’s American clothes. 


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A-Sui shows the way they give teas 
Among the far away Chinese; 
They use no saucers just a cup, 
And eat lots of rice when they sup. 


And every Dollie felt so gay, 

When “Hoops,” cried little Phyllis May. 
She had hoops of red — also of white — 

In them the Dolls found great delight. 


She made the Dollies all sit down — 
But Mibs, she acted like a clown. 

A hoop she gave to every one, 

And they’re going to have some fun. 


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The Hoops they roll around and ’round 
To keep them up from off the ground; 
Goodness gracious. They are busy, 
Hope they don’t get very dizzy. 


The Dolls were sad, began to mope, 
When Phyllis May with jumping rope 
Resolved to teach them all to jump 
Right up and down just like a pump. 


Phyllis May Doll can jump all right, 
And she makes a beautiful sight. 

But poor little Jane without her legs, 
Cannot jump on a pair of pegs. 


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And this should you a lesson teach 
When you, your Dolly try to reach, 
Be careful that she does not break, 
And go through with pain and ache. 


“Double, double, toil and troubles,” 
Phyllis May is blowing bubbles. 
And all the Dolls gathered around 
To see it break without a sound. 


Poor Miss Mibs and little Yen Xai 
Are both the pets of Phyllis May. 
The other Dollies on the ground 
Await the bubbles big and round. 


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Oh, just look at the opal ring. 

Fit for love of a fairy king. 

And now it’s gone so far away — 
Blow one yourself some sunny day. 


And now the Dolly Phyllis May 
FI as something secret she must say; 
It’s all about poor Mibs, I know, 
Flow she was left without a toe. 


It happened on an awful day, 

When Dolls with lolly-pops did play 
And Angeline pulled Mibsy’s toe 
And Mibsy did to the Doctor go. 


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The one who was the most to blame, 
Now hides her head in very shame. 
For Mibsy’s toe is, oh, so sore, 

It keeps on aching more and more. 


Phyllis May, why didn’t you stop 
That fuss about a lolly-pop? 

And now she spanks smart Angeline; 
Just listen to that Dolly whine. 


The gallant little Sailor Boy 
To weeping Angie now brings joy; 
The others with expectant air 
Await the acts of Dolly fair. 


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The Red Cross Doll is silent now — 
Let’s hope she does not raise a row — 
To see them, it will spoil her joy; 
Little Angeline with her Sailor Boy. 


Phyllis May, paper dolls cuts out; 
While Dickie has a wrestling bout 
With Billy and with Betty too, 

And Leila is cutting a few. 

Each paper doll has dress and hats, 
And matching them a pair of spats. 
All little girls just love to play 
With paper dolls like Phyllis May. 


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The’re Phyllis May paper dolls, too 
With lips of red — eyes brown and blue. 
Then all of you can cut them out, 

While you with joy and laughter shout. 


The latest is a Dolls’ Jazz Band. 
List to the music, — isn’t it grand? 
Hear the tiny piano’s moan 
And that funny old Saxaphone. 


Now from the corner, have a peep, 

It’s Leila, who was fast asleep. 

Such noise would waken any child — 
She thinks her playmates have gone wild. 


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Here’s every one all on the jump — 

See Mibsy fall with a loud thump. 

Phyllis May plays hop-scotch on the floor 
Yen Tai will hop right out the door. 


The Dollies all play checkers now, 
I hope it won’t end in a row. 

For this is known to be the case, 
When players try to skip a place. 


Look at the Dollies playing car, 
Let’s hope they do not ride too far. 
See the conductor take the fare 
The others do not seem to care. 


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This Dolly has a tummy ache, 

Such bad medicine she must take. 

The other Dolls just dance with glee, 
Each one says : “I’m glad it’s not me.” 

Of a sick nurse, you’ve never heard, 

But it’s true, it really occurred, 
Nurse-doll is heart sick as can be, 

Her Sailor Boy was lost at sea. 

Phyllis May’s a very good cook, 

She learned it all from Mother’s Book. 
She’ll teach the Dollies how to bake 
For every one like pie and cake. 


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Now Phyllis May has told you all, 
About her dolls both large and small 
And maybe if you’re good, some day 
I’ll tell you more of Phyllis May. 

THE END 


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